My dear housemate Sarah left me a note saying she went ahead and walked to work to get out her angst about the whole affair.
I had to unbury my vehicle.
My response to frustration is laughter. It's kind of disconcerting actually.
While I was attacking the multiple inches of snow and ice coating the Big Blue Whale, I repeatedly laugh-yelled "THIS IS RIDICULOUS", as I knew that once I got to work, I was to be leading an outdoor campus tour for a group of students.
During this treasure hunt, two of the littles from across the street came outside to throw show in the air and squeal with happiness.
Talk about perspective.
Me, the cranky adult, super annoyed at the super inconvenience to my two mile commute and minimal effort lifestyle, thinking only of how the ice was going to destroy a perfectly decent February morning and visit.
Then the littles, delighted at the prospect of school being out and having all day to play, build snowmen, have snowball fights, make snow ice cream, sled, and have fun! It felt like that scene in Father of the Bride II where the father looks out of the car window of horrible parent-child interactions while the mother looks out her window to picturesque scenes of parent-child affection.
Snow is the same then as it is now, but my response and sentiments toward it have become increasingly...icy (forgive me).
And yet, no matter how in my way and underfoot it is (literally), I can't help but quietly stare at it glitter and make my campus and my office and my home feel magical and wintery and right.
Once the tour was over and we, the counselors, were frozen but pretty cheerful, as per always (thank you, coffee), and I picked me up some marshmallows and designed a yum recipe for cocoa (two parts powder sugar to one part cocoa powder, dash salt, almond milk), I settled in to my blanket and my fate.
Hello snow.
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